Nora followed Master as he walked towards, and then through, the stage door.
She then turned back to the woman with the clipboard, who turned to Nora and said simply, "Follow me."
The woman positioned Nora just so and reached over to the side for a small jar of lube and squirted a little onto the tip of the metal phallus.
The woman who had brought Nora said to her, "It's your turn.
Nora gulped and turned towards the bright lights and began to walk.
She turned her head back as she walked and saw a tall, African-American woman stride out onstage towards the mark that Nora had just left.
The man reached into each box and pulled out two small black items and handed them to Nora saying simply, "Put these on.

"You say all the best things," he said softly, closing his eyes for a moment, then collecting himself and looking at her, shifting a little.
"When you're as awesome as you are...the rest of the company can't help but take notice." She tweaked her wrist a little, changing the spiral of her hand over his cock, and he closed his eyes for a moment.
"Higher," he repeated himself, and she changed her grip on his cock, the need for laserlike focus letting her set aside the memories of darkness and fear and pain.
Anna ducked below the duvet and closed her lips around his cock, sucking him as deeply as she could, pulling him into her throat and holding her breath as his cum fountained into her.

The next question was how to talk my wife into letting me auction her off as a slave for the evening.
First I would like to thank all the masters and slaves who agreed to participate in our Slave Auction to raise money for those families of our troops in the Middle-East who without our help would have nothing for themselves this Christmas!" The announcer said.
Angel's breasts were heaving and her face was flushed with excitement as the couple led her from the stage to the dungeon room to begin their entertainment.
He was a giant of a man, skin as dark as coal with a large smile on his face as he watched his mate secure my wife to the wooden cross-bars.

As I rolled up, I heard a voice from the darkness, a warm baritone, say "1600."
I heard more voices, not quite registering the bids, but then a loud "3600" spat out like a gunshot, daring anyone to risk challenging it.
I blinked and tried to force my vision into the shadows to see what he looked like, when another voice cut in "3800." This was the baritone I'd heard earlier—the man who liked how I curled my legs.
Up on my knees with a twist of the hips and an intense gaze toward Mr. Baritone: oh, please, buy me.
"Are you sure you don't want to bid again, I can't squeeze even 4050 from you?" spoke the auctioneer to the room.

They climbed into the car and Master handed her a black eye mask.
The car stopped at last, and Master spoke the first words since leaving home.
She hoped it would be a female Dom. Sasha was not a lesbian and had never had sex with a woman but she wanted to be able to say that her beloved Master was the last man to enter her before she died.
She is beautiful, smart, sexy, sweet, loving, talented, and she pleases me greatly." Sasha's jaw dropped and her staring eyes sought her Master's face.
The group began to drift towards the banquet room, leaving Sasha and her Master still embracing on the stairs.
She was right where she wanted to be; in her Master's loving arms.

"Such a hot little ass...I'm going to really enjoy taking it" My cock jumps at the thought, and the subsequent thrust of her fingers tells me that she felt it, too.
"But first, I think I'm going to sample that tongue of yours." I feel her hand move away, and the cool air hits my opened ass.
I feel her body begin to stiffen and her pull tightens on my nipples as I continue to stroke her with my tongue.
Her hands reach up to my shoulders, and I can feel her soft breasts pressing against my back, the hard nubs of her nipples making small indentations in my flesh.

I had no time to ponder what it would be like to be forced to serve a woman, as the black-clad man turned to the crowd.
Turning back, his amber eyes met mine and held them for a moment; then he stepped behind me, close enough that I could feel his heat on the bare skin of my back.
I met his gaze briefly, blinked another blurry drop from my eye, but then completed the turn and faced the room, squaring my shoulders and feeling my wrists move within the now-warm steel.
"I don't need you to say the words" he said, "I just want to hear you beg for this" he laughed as the collar started toward me and its jaws began to claim my throat.

But Eva thought that a naked slave was most beautiful when she was barefoot, and kneeling modestly with her hair long and loose around her shoulders and back, and her head and eyes lowered submissively.
Finally, as Sir Dan continued to fuck the lovely blond hard and fast Eva heard a man's voice from across the room say in a loud deep voice, "CUM NOW SLUT!" And, Eva could almost feel the wetness that must be soaking Sir Dan's hand as the slave obeyed her Master's command and came hard and long.
Eva had noticed that Sir Randy's slaves were not on stage either and she wondered briefly if they were being forced to watch and denied satisfaction just as she was.